Sheathe your swords
Palestenians are not beasts
And read these words
Help us Allah Oh middle east!
In the street dead bodies
Children, women and my siblings
Cannot be burried and even trees
Death hither and thither rings
What has a two years old boy done
To be found only corpse in the rubble?
Israelis are certainly having fun
And the world keeps only grumble
Where is the humanistic law?
Why did the UN remain tight lipped?
Is it waiting for the K.O?
Ghaza became a charnel house where deads are kept
very touchy poem, i found the rhymes realy nice. keep it up smiley: D
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Catchy title. Well articulated poem with strong message. Lovely, keep it up.